Wednesday, April 26, 2006

I wonder if people will start naming their sons Judas now that he’s a good guy."Judas! Let go of your sister's ponytail!""Judas! Time for dinner!""Now Judas, no one likes a tattle tail."Just trying it on for size.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

I’ve lived in Milwaukee for, what? 10 years? 15 years? 8 months?, and the coffee still sucks. I find that in order to make the coffee in Milwaukee palatable I have to put twice as much sugar in it. If my teeth rot I will blame Wisconsin.What do you think of the idea of a tattoo of Wisconsin? Maybe under the map it will say, “Wisconsin, where the winters are bitter and so is the coffee.”

Monday, April 17, 2006

Thursday, April 13, 2006

In anticipation of higher gas prices, I decided to buy my gas now. I bought 250 gallons. That should get me through the summer. I’ll feel pretty good knowing I only spent $2.89.9 instead of $3.15.9 or what ever the summer price ends up being.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

I quit MySpace. I admit to feeling bad for the people who asked me to be their friend - both of them, but the feeling of deleting my account was so much better than the feeling of opening a MySpace account.When I logged on to MySpace today I promised MySelf that if my browser, Firefox, froze while attempting to log in, I would keep logging in until I succeeded so I could cancel my account. Firefox froze, twice.While I write this there is a story on the radio about how MySpace is a haven for child molesters. Whew. I got out just in time.Also, I tried to create a link to MySpace but when I opened MySpace my browsers froze and I lost this post and had to re-write it.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Luke emailed this story about Whooping Cranes in Chicago, which reminded me that on my way home from work a Golden-crowned kinglet fluttered in front of me like a butterfly and then landed a couple feet from me on the sidewalk.P.S. None of the bird photos are by me unless they are really bad.

When someone approaches and says, “Excuse me, can I ask you something?” And then says, loudly, “I am not a Bum, or a derelict, or a panhandler,” you know that the next thing they are going to do is ask for money, which, by definition, makes the person at least one of the above. Yesterday a man of about 60 approached me at the Lake Forest Oasis on my way to my car. He had a pretty long story about the car braking down and him having money for the towing and his buddy – who waved at me from the driver’s seat of the car – having had the money for the repair. Now they needed money for gas. It seemed only right that I should pay my share so I gave him money but I did consider asking for a receipt because, as a charitable contribution, it is deductible.

If you are a panhandler find me. I cannot say no. I do not like giving money away, but I usually do it to get away from the situation as fast as possible.